As it comes !
Words uttered conglobated into a sphere.
Thoughts rolled round like the radii of a wheel.
She footled around this runic space,
Trying to collogue this void inbetween.
Embracing the unexpected arrival,
Taking it all as it came,
Trying to mundify the morphewed sins,
She nebulized into a vague emotion.
???
In the world of science,
where everything has a reasoning behind,
Why dont I find answers to those silly questions of mine?
My oppressive ignorance leads me to this ironic aporia,
where world hides some haunt of futilitarian silence.
Oh! This urge of apodictic utterances …..
I wish, there was a canonical master to enlighten this abject sloth.
Yet another quatrain !
Her dilated heart wonders for the reason of such comeuppance.
Her mind tries to find worth of this mala fide life.
She is besieged and cowering under her skin.
Is there an allay to this filth?
Women Special
Well I am little late to write this as its already a week after “Women’s Day”. There was a “women special” trek organised for the occasion. The day(8th March) happened to be monday(a working day), so trek was scheduled a day before i.e on sunday(7th March). I got to know about the same from one of my friend and decided to join in. Thought of going for a trek excited me as I love to walk or trek. Mind it, it was “the trek” that excited me not the fact of it being “women special”. But fortunately or unfortunately this women special trek happened to be more of a picnic than a trek. Yeah it was a trek so we did climb to a hill in kanakeshwar with around 750 easy steps with a halt after every 5-10 minutes I guess, so as every now and then girls would fanatically pose for the snaps in their own starry ways 
. Well must say all the people there were nice and friendly. After this smooth trek we head on to kihim beach …. a beautiful, clean place where we played & really enjoyed.
Now the following day, on women’s day, organiser of the trek (only male on the trip) circulates an email to all the girls wishing a very happy women’s day, and most of the girls followed up cheering up for the day and thanking him for organizing the lovely trek. I wonder, was it really a trek. Anyways I enjoyed thats what matters, so its ok; no matter what they call it. Again I wonder, what is the purpose of celebrating women’s day …… really nothing comes my mind 
. I would rather like to have a human day, throwing some enlightment on what makes us human, what are expected for being a human, making them aware that just possessing a human body does not really make you a human. Back to my question “What are we actually celebrating women’s day for?” To celebrate womenhood or what? I seriously need to be enlightened on this and would love to hear from someone.
Now on this day(8th March), I get to know about a play to be staged at TIFR for the celebration of “Women’s day”. Excited again …. on my way to TIFR I get to know, play is directed by Naseeruddin Shah. Hmmmm excitement increases to know its going to be like a real professional type play. Yes I am there right on time to know that event starts with a discussion session with “Ratna Pathak Shah”. There we join in and I immediately recognize Mrs. Ratna Pathak Shah as “Mrs Sara Bhai”. He he my dear mates at hostel are big time fan of sara bhai shows & they often play it at lunch/dinner time on holiday with all theatre effects (lights off, curtains down) 
. Now after a long introduction, Mrs. Ratna Pathak Shah (apni Sara bhai wali maya) tells us about their stage shows, plays etc. Discussion continues further with their “Ismat Aapa ke Naam” production to be staged, which comprised of three different stories all written by “Ismat Chughtai”, a female writer who was once charged on account of obscenity in “Lihaf”. Here I find the translated version of Lihaf, The Quilt. Also find a nice report on Ismat Chughtai’s Short Stories here.
Now starts most awaited play ….. three stories, three play, each enacted by a different actor, all in an exceptionally brilliant way. I’d never seen such a performance before. Stories narrated were too good, very natural and close to the realm. All three stories revolved mostly around female characters, portrayed as aesthetic beauty , cunning (as they show in saas- bahu serials), ones who flaunt their feminity ……. but all as a helpless bichari at the end. But on a positive note, all the stories were written by a female writer, which were blunt but unquestionably brilliant. Again I am confused as what was the purpose of this show on women’s day, to show us how good a women can be at professional front (like Ismat Chughtai) or how bichari she is at personal front (like characters of the play).
Why Study?
More you study, more you know.
More you know, more you forget.
More you forget, less you know.
So why study???
Look into her eyes
Look into her beaming eyes,
which glorifies her erudition undefined.
But did you notice the thin crystal line
clinging through the brim of her eyes.
She is holding it tight,
which makes her look even more bright.
Look at her charming smile,
spreading life all around,
but did you feel the pain inside.
Still she is carrying it light
to make life even more worthwhile.
Hear to the cracking sound of her laughter,
which enchants all around.
But Did you hear the melancholy sound,
which is whirling her round & round.
Birthday buzz
This one is dedicated to my own b’day. I’d as nice a b’day as I could wish for. Got some lovely things and moments I’ll always treasure Only thing I missed is, presence of daddy. It would have been even better if he was here with me. I just love his presence.
Anyways, talking the very date of my b’day, I spent almost the entire day receiving phone calls, eating food made by mommy & then had some nice chitter chatter with mommy & chandramani bhaiya. Ah!! how can I foreget, chandramani bhaiya got me Chocolates as soon as I got up. In the evening, all of us, mummy, chandramani bahiya, me & fourth person (some relative of chandramani bhaiya) I dont remember his name had lovely dinner at a restaurant (again I forgot the name, loss !!!). Courtesy chandramani bhaiya for the lovely dinner. He dint let my mother pay for it, so nice of him . One day later, before leaving my mother got me lots of stuff as b’day present
Two days after the date, we get a cake at hbcse for the formality of celebration. Now best thing about this part of cake ceremony, we got a cake which was already cut. So no nonsense of cake cutting & people clapping around me & singing b’day song for me. And so I loved the simple cake treat without taking the embarrasement of cutting it. I’d a special moment here which I’ll always treasure. Thankfully, the moment is captured. Courtesy prajakt for the snap, I take it as a gift (a nice one).
Now long after the day, a gift comes my way from Shweta & Omkar. A gift, I’ll treasure my entire life. A white (my favorite color) T-shirt, with Zendagi Migzara imprinted on it. Oh !!! I could not believe my eyes for a moment when I opened the packing. It touched my heart & soul. So thoughtful of my pals. But more than the gift, I aprreciate the fact that they know it so well as what could be impressive & touchy to you. Of all the clothes I’ve, till date Google shirt which I got for GSoC 2008 use to be most dear to me. Now I am confused as which one is more dear, this Zendagi Migzara shirt or Google shirt. I’ve to accept, these two words “Zendagi Migzara” means a lot to me. Ever since I read “The Kite Runner”, this has always been my Gtalk status message. Guess changed it a few times for a day or two, but then again switched back to it very soon. As one can also notice, my blogs are also titled the same. And now I also have a Zendagi migzara shirt. Yepieee !!! mogali’s heart felt thanks to Omi & Shweta , my two dear friends. I just enjoy being with them coz we so freely talk nonsense all the time pulling each others leg, specially shweta’s (our all time favorite bakra). There is no stop to our useless chit-chat, and we laugh together at every silly joke we share.
P.S: (Special for Shweta & Omkar) Obviously the gift is lovely but I treasure the moments spent with you two more than this gift. Though there is no physical existence of it; the love, fun & friendship that we share, will always remain in my heart. Time that you give me is over anything materialistic. Cheers to our friendship
Royal road to the unconscious
I remember night stay at Omi’s place almost a year back. All of us had great food (cooked by dear aunty, Omi’s mother) and then great time together As a habit I couldn’t sleep even though it was too late to continue and we just continued talking. I remember Shweta had fallen asleep by that time and then suddenly we noticed her smiling, while in sleep. At this Gourav the psychologist amongst us commented, “she is having some good dream”. Ever since then I wonder, do dreams actually hold some significance in our life?
Few days back I just happened to lurk into an article which talks about dreams & their significance. According to he psychiatrist Carl Jung, “dreams are a way of the unconscious communicating with the conscious part of ourselves in order to bring something to our notice and restore our equilibrium”. So many other such theories have been laid out by people in the field but still question remains the same, Do dreams carry hidden meaning? If yes, how to unravell them? To my surprise there exists a “dream dictionary” carrying meaning of the symbols.
I am still not sure if dreams actually have any significance with our real life. But now question is why in the first place we see dreams? Why don’t we have a simple sound sleep? They say
It is a natural mental process of our brains. As our bodies lay relaxed at night, our minds go into REM (rapid eye movement) sleep. At most times, our sleep contains brain waves which are large and slow. At certain times; however, brain waves become small and fast and eye movement becomes very rapid. We call this REM sleep and this stage is when most of our dreams take place.
Now knowing the scientific reason of dreams & dream theories, Am I able to decipher it and narrate a story? As a kid I use to consistently have the same dream every night for quite a long time, being chased by a helicopter man who comes to abduct playing kids. And at the end I am the only one left there, who could not reach to home . Does it make any story? Does this decipher to something? Hypothetical situation here, I never use to go play with kids in my society.
Thankfully I don’t have continuous sleep for long hours now. So, no more such dreams or nightmares. Anyways it was fun reading it here.
Panhala to Pavankhind
Walking always gives me a high This time I got to walk fourty-seven kilometers in stretch from panhala to pavankhind. It was an awesome trek n best two days of my life. I was away from everyone n everything which usually surrounds me. After walking a few kilometers on the hilly rocks, you even get out of your thoughts n just walk silently, as if your brain cells are temporarily switched off. My mates Aishwarya & Pooja often complaint of me going silent. Every time they complaint, I use to go gaga for quite some time n then back to myself. It was so much of fun with these two dear daredevils …… Poo’s sensible jokes & Aishwarya’s tit for tat wits made me laugh almost all the time.
I’ve no words to describe the scenic beauty spread around, all the way. I guess it was first time I got so close to nature. Walking diligently (with my head burrowed in ground as a habit ) through the labyrinth; everytime I raised my head, I was awed with the picturesque view. Clouds hovering over the hills, water flowing fast on our way through Jungle resisting us to move ahead, waterfalls on the way, grasslands on top of hills, mud wreathed pathways …. loved it all. Walk, walk & walk ….. you only see the boundaries of nature from there …. not those that are manmade (Eugene Cernan). Suddenly I feel so fresh & happy To my surprise I didn’t feel any tiredness this following week Whoopee !!! had a great time. Courtesy Aishwarya
